My Final goodbye

The last poem I'm wasting on her.

My final goodbye

Was supposed to begin here

It was all supposed to be over

That sunny Tuesday morning.

 

The wind blowing

Through the long grass

That surrounds my suicidal body,

This was supposed to be;

My final goodbye.

 

I would've called you to say:

"This is goodbye"

But times have changed.

This is the last poem

I'm wasting

On your sweet poison.

 

My final goodbyes,

All in order

I was ready

But something changed.

I met somebody worth

Living for.

 

Your sweet poison is over.

This was supposed to be:

My final good bye

To the world

But instead,

This is my final goodbye

To you. This is

The last poem

I'm wasting on you.